From ek972@po.cwru.edu Tue Mar 11 23:44:32 1997 VENICE BEACH My favorite place along the coast is Venice Beach. Maybe it's because I'm from Ohio. Californians would probably say "Venice Beach!!!???...WHY?" I like Venice Beach because the "People Watching Opportunity" there is the best I've ever seen. People of every description walk up and down the line of shops containing boring merchandise. It was during a fall weekend trip to LA that I took a few hours to "do the beach". I drove there and parked near a little deli I like. As I approached the shopping area, walking northward, I began to see what I was expecting. People. People of all kinds. People who looked average and conservative. People with purple afro wigs and Lonely Hearts Club Band bellbottoms and cuban heels with painted faces. People who looked sane and people who looked insane. The beach side of the sidewalk had the usual fare of fortune tellers, massage people who obviously were untrained but getting their jollies, portrait artists of varying talent and three ring circus type acts out on the grassy area with rings of people circled around like a fight. I walked up to one of these "acts" and there was a very talented comedian juggling a running chainsaw over the body of a willing volunteer. The juggling and the chainsaw were props for this guy's really good sense of humor and the whole act made me belly-laugh until I hurt. I looked across the ring of spectators to see how others were reacting and there was one face I saw that my eyes kept going back to. It was a young woman who was strikingly attractive. First I saw her face and then I noticed that she had a great body. Now the comedian was going around the ring of the crowd insulting individuals. He picked me and made some inane joke about giving me a vasectomy with the chainsaw. I told him that was unnecessary since I already had had one. Got him. People laughed. Soon, the act was over and the guy thanked everyone for coming and that they could leave money in a hat. I put in a dollar and felt a hand on my arm as I walked away. I turned to see who it was. It was the young girl I had noticed. "I like the way you joked with that man," she said. "Wasn't he funny!?" "Yeah," I answered, "but I thought the audience volunteer guy who had to wear that blindfold and have the chainsaw running overhead being juggled was even funnier!" We both laughed. "What's your name," she asked me. "I'm Karl Heintz, what's yours?" "Stacie Walton." "You are very pretty, Stacey, I couldn't help noticing you in that crowd back there. Have you had lunch yet?," I asked. "No." "I parked close to a very nice little deli that sits just a few streets back, would you like to go get some lunch?" "Oh, yeah," said Stacey. This little deli is a small place on a street running parallel to the beach and among a residential apartment area. The little streets there remind me of the narrow streets of old villages in Germany. The little deli fits the decor exactly and has a table near the window. Stacie and I ordered what we wanted and sat at the table at the window. We talked. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------- Being with Karl was real refreshing. He is like no other guys I have been with. We talked about all kinds of things that afternoon at the "Spot", the deli. Our meeting was short that first day because I had to go to my dance class, but I slipped Bob my number hoping he would call. Karl called that night. Karl turns out to be a real romantic. He has a real sexy voice, I get so turn on just thinking about how he sounds. I told Karl about my fantasies, Karl then takes me on my first phone sex adventure. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------- Stacie is a really sexy girl. I don't mean just the way she looks. The way she looks is certainly sexy enough. I did notice this even from across the crowd at Venice Beach. But what I really mean by sexy is something deeper than that. Something inside. Her personality is warm and cute and there is something hot like a fire in her soul. Some women have this and some don't. Stacie does. "What are you wearing, Stacie?," I asked her on the phone. (Why is that always the first question? When you think about it it is really dumb.) "I'm wearing an ivory colored silk robe and nothing underneath. I'll bet you wish you could see me." "Uh-huh," I had to smile. I closed my eyes and imagined this ivory colored silk robe - shiny and smooth. I imagined Stacie's young, tan face at the top, smiling freshly. I also imagined Stacie's tan and shapely legs coming out the bottom and she was lying down. Her legs were crossed and the soles of her feet were begging to be licked. "I think I can see you," I lied. "What are you doing with your hands?" "Mmmm, I am playing with the hem of my gown, rubbing it up and down my leg and each time I move it I move it just a little bit higher. The silk feels so good on the inside of my thigh." You know you are driving me nuts," I said. I wasn't kidding. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------